Cup Tie
¶ 1
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Expecting a bit of a battle
I picked up my rosette and rattle
The blood pressure’s up
Fifth round of the Cup
Clanking through turnstiles like cattle
¶ 2
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On the terrace we stood
Near the stand made of wood
It was blowing a blizzard
Wind cutting like scissors
I wished my coat had a hood
¶ 3
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Our chances were slim
According to him
But then what do these pundits know?
We gave it our all to put on a show
Dazzling skill made the floodlights look dim
¶ 4
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We stood man and son
Watched our boys run and run
Deserving at least a replay
Hoping it’s not their day
We scored a last minute cracker and won!
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